Richelle was suspended in midair by the wire attached to her back, her long dress covering her feet entirely. She didn't know where Hugo had found the lighting and prop specialists, but as the eerie purple light shone on Richelle's pale face and wisps of mist encircled her red dress, she looked half-visible, her figure flickering uncertainly in the air.
"Sister...sister..."
Richelle's eyes widened, and she let out a mournful, piercing cry. Controlled by the prop specialist, she slowly floated toward Kiara as if stepping on air.
Kiara was somewhat drunk and initially thought the sudden appearance of a red figure in the garden was just a hallucination. She rubbed her eyes vigorously to see more clearly.
However, the red figure didn't disappear but instead floated closer and closer. The whiteness and rage in Richelle's face became more distinct, shrouded by the light fog.
Ah! Kiara screamed, "Ghost! Ghost!"
